death’s a bitch. sometimes life is shit.

today i’m not strong enough to support others in their grief… i need to be alone with mine.

I can’t bring myself to sing “all is well with my soul” because it’s not…

and I think that’s ok.

“How Great is our God”...  yeah I can do that one, even though it hurts & it feels like it’s just in my head.

my heart wants none of it.

bright spark. breath of fresh air. accepting. cheerful. you were your own person. you “lived exuberantly” and you “loved exuberantly”.

I saw so much of Jesus in everything you did.